Evaporating
As If my heart is evaporating,
now I no longer yearn to fear,
the future stays there,
as it always was,
determined by the collisions of dust,
so long ago,
time had barely been invented,
and now I sit empty,
rotting away,
every second erodes me,
no love is strong enough,
to stop the sublimation of my self,
into the chaotic static,
of the emptiness around me.